A HEALING

When fear crushes my insides
and panic grips my chest,
I seek the peace of wildness,
the challenge and the test
of trudging upswept trails
of boulder-hopping streams
of wand'ring golden meadows
discov'ring cloistered scenes.
 
When muscles strain to carry
and lungs groan to breathe,
fears fade like ancient photos,
ghosts of outworn pain.
 
So turn your insides outward,
let the fear break free,
let it drop beside the trail,
futile debris of childhood tremblings,
leavings from your distant past.
 
Go, venture out!
find your healing in the
sanctity of wild places.

                        by Helen Zabel